[M/F] [Exhibitionism] Sweat and Company [Part 1]

I hadn’t been to a party in years. Not from lack of invites, but from lack of ambition. The days of big house parties seemed to disappear after college, and dwindled even more as my friends gained honest employment and settled down. I thought I’d feel out of place, or at the very least, the guy everyone would assume is an undercover cop. Not from my age, but from awkwardly standing around waiting to get invited into conversations. That image of Steve Buscemi holding a skateboard with the caption ‘How do you do, fellow kids?’ always jumped to mind. I also realized I had next to nothing to lose, since I wouldn’t really know anyone else there. *Either I make some new contacts, or just steer into the awkward skid and get turned into some good stories. So win/win,* I convinced myself.

[M/F] [Infidelity] Rain by the River

I had known my friend Matthew and his wife Megan for a number of years. I met Matthew first, who would eventually marry Megan several years later. We all become fast friends, though I was attracted to her from the moment we met. She’s this really small, petite, blonde haired southern girl. Very easy to talk to and friendly.

She and Matthew were going through a rough period, but they were working everything out. He left to go to a music festival down south. Megan and I met one night for drinks at a micro brewery. I like beer with high alcohol content (like 8-9%). I had a few and definitely relaxed a bit. She only had one or two, and I’m guessing because of her small stature, it hit her just as hard. We weren’t sloppy drunk, just laughing, having a good time and good conversation.

The night came to an end, and I realized I needed to try to walk off some of that beer (which I know doesn’t really work, but I had precious few options at that point). She said she’d join me, which was unexpected, but I didn’t think much of it.

[M/F] Heating Up

Sinking lower into the hot, bubbling water, I take a breath, close my eyes, and let the soothing water envelope my body. The cold air and falling snow no longer nip at my face and ears, and cold drink sits on the side of the spa. Hearing my phone vibrate, I gently lean over to pick it up. It’s a message from you.

*“Ready for me?*” it reads.

I chuckle to myself.

*“Are you ready for what’s to come, is more accurate.”* The thought of your naked body starts to get my blood pumping.

*“Does it look like I’m ready?”*

I put my phone down and turn towards the house. All the lights are out, the snow covered yard only lit by the infinite universe overhead. I can make out your figure, clad in a robe with a glass in one hand, your hair in two braids behind your shoulders. You walk slowly into the clearing past the trees I planet to give us a little privacy while enjoying ourselves in the open air.

“I’d say, depending on what you’re wearing under that…you seem ready.” I say with a smirk.

[M/F] Perfect Fit

“Just need work shirts?” you ask as we step off the escalator.

“Yeah, and maybe a pair of pants too.” We move through the department store, filing past clothing racks and shelves of folded pants. “I’ll trust your judgement. My normal clothes are band shirts and flip flops. My fashion sense sucks.”

You laugh. “So that’s why you brought me along?”

I shrug, “Yeah, I don’t know what looks good on me…aside from you that is.”

You shoot me a knowing glance, then continue down the aisle. I follow behind, my attention torn between the hanging shirts and your beautiful body, hidden under a playful sundress. I walk up behind you, wrapping one arm around your waist and nibbling slightly on your ear. You smile, closing your eyes and turning your head toward me.

“Save that for later..”

I smile, releasing you, but not before gently brushing my hand across your pussy.

“On second thought, why don’t you grab a few more things and I’ll get us a changing room.”

Distractions

We sit lazily on the couch, a blanket wrapped around us and the soft glow of the TV sitting on the other side of the room. What started as a weekly event to spend a few hours together after work turned into an almost daily interaction. We both needed to unwind most days, and often found ourselves drifting through various streaming queues looking for something to watch. We soon learned the lower number of stars the better, as we could spend as much time talking about our days as paying attention to the dreck that was unfolding in front of us without feeling as though we missed a crucial plot point.

Outside the rain came down in sheets, slamming into the window pane. Thunder rolled off in the distance, occasionally getting close enough to sound like more than a passing truck. We lived in an old house in an old neighborhood, modernized slightly with the addition of a screened in porch. The unfortunate downside to living in an old house with a lot of “character” was dealing with unreliable power. We knew it was only a matter of time before…

*Pop!*

[M/F] [Exhibition] Witching Hour Meeting

*Fuck, this is crazy.*

I walk along the sidewalk in front of your apartment buildings before cutting between them and heading up the grassy hilly in the distance. My path is lit only by the star filled sky, the moon absent from its usual place above. Cresting the hill, I’m met with a small, fenced in clearing where the communal pool and hot tub sit. The fence stands several feet above me, it’s hard, metal bars obstructing me from traveling further. I glance around, looking for you.

I catch motion out of the corner of my eye and begin hoping that it’s you I’m finally laying my eyes on. I’m definitely out of my comfort zone agreeing to meeting you this way, but I couldn’t say no. I physically couldn’t say no. I felt the words get trapped on my lips, and in that silence I agreed. But here I am, looking at a shadow and hoping it takes your tantalizing shape.

And thankfully, it does.

“Hey,” your voice pierces the darkness as you get closer to me. Your figure is slightly obscured by a hooded robe you have on. “Hope you I didn’t keep you waiting.”

Unexpected (M/M/F)

(A Reddit friend asked me to write this, then insisted I post it. It’s a rough draft, and the first time I’ve posted anything like this publicly, so I’m a bit nervous)

Pulling his laundry hamper up to his side, Mike walked down the dorm hallway, into the stairwell, and down into the laundry room in the basement. The stairwell always smelled of fabric softener and dryer sheets, with the low hum of the running washers and dryings barely audible over his footsteps. Swinging the door open, he saw Jay standing in front of the machines slowly stuffing his laundry in.

“Sup Mac,” said Jay.

“Yo, what’s up?” Mike responded. “I see you’re taking a page out of ‘Macs Big Book of Laundry Tips’ and getting here early.”

“You have a book? I didn’t think you could read…” Mike followed that comment up by grabbing a rolled up sock and winging it as Jay. “Chill, dude…I was only implying you were illiterate.”

“Hi-larious. There’s only two machines left so clearly I’m on to something.” He continued to empty his basket while Jay opened up the adjacent one and followed suit.